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Expatriate Princess is having her nails done.
False ends with gloss; it gets her out of the sun!
Significantly cheaper in China; better than home.
An appointment was easy, all she did was phone.
She is relaxed and settled in the beautician’s seat.
Her nails are glued, trimmed and filed; all very neat.
But then there’s a hitch; she can hear a mutter.
The manicurist now has her arms aflutter.
There’s no electricity to fix and finish the sheen.
No ultra-violet light; you know what I mean.
What does she do when the power is cut?
Get the client across to the pork vendor’s hut.
Each hand takes 3 minutes for its nails to set.
Our Princess nods sweetly; feeling a bit wet.
It’s the humidity. She grins like a Cheshire cat.
While the smell of the pork knocks her all but flat.
This is the best plan; she’s been well convinced
and tries to look serene as the pork gets minced.
So her gloss gets set in the ultra-violet hue.
What else was an expatriate Princess to do?
It’s only later she thinks it is pretty queer.
But odd things like that make expat life so dear.
Writer Jenny Harp is a New Zealander grandmother who lives in the United States with her husband and loves God, life and family.
C_lucas is my pen name. It’s meant to protect the guilty, namely me.
Dorothy Taylor is a retired Scottish podiatrist who loves traveling and lived for many years with her engineer-husband in China.
N.K. Wagner is Publisher and Executive Editor of Page & Spine.